I have not been as active on my blog as I have been in the past and I thought at first that I had become wondering-deficient. It was not until I stepped away from the great carnival that occurs in the U.S. every four years ( there is a lesser one every two years for those who suffer withdrawals ) that I realized my process of ” wondering why” had not disappeared it had merely been inundated with sloppy political brew. Upon that realization and having taken an “everyday life” shower to rid myself of the cloying scent of ” election projection” I experienced a sort of “wonderment revival”, and felt the need to speak out and be heard, to be laughed with and at, and to attempt clarification of the biological and literalogical? conundrum involving taste, smell, good and well. What the hell, here we go and lets all hope this turns out swell!
We all know that our overall sense of taste depends a great deal on our sense of smell, right? So that means that if we do not smell good then of course our food will not taste good. Or in other words if we do not taste good then we are not smelling well. If this happened to me, should I then go to my Dr. and ask her to taste me so as to determine if I was well enough to smell, or would that only indicate that smelling good was merely a precursor to tasting good or would I really be visiting the wrong office? Since tasting good is really not the puzzle I was hoping to solve; since eating was the thing I wanted involved, I think I’ll tackle (football season in America) the problem from another direction.
I wish to eat and I want to enjoy my dinner. I want my food to taste good. If that is to occur then I must smell well. Do I need to go back to the Dr. who can tell me if I smell well enough to taste good, or does she even care, just as long as I don’t smell so bad that she can stand to be close enough to tell if I indeed do smell well.[ BTW Can a Dr. tell if you are well by the way you smell? I only know one way to smell and that is through my nose and if that is not good enough to tell, oh well!]
Huh! So far I still have not eaten , I do not know if the food tastes, let alone smells, good , or well ; I don’t even know if I am well enough to tell, and if I were to tell the Dr. that she smells well, would she ever see me again ? Or would I have to wait until I tasted good enough to smell well then make another appointment or should I take chance that I will taste well enough to smell my way to the restaurant and just make a reservation ? If I made a reservation would anybody come? If it smelled good maybe?……….. Should I ask the Dr. to marry me ?
While days drag along so full of conflict,stress and strife the same old life changes into the night as if the setting sun takes with it the burdens and the troubles cannot be seen.
So quiet, so clear. Such a lovely start to the day !
Pre ignition means that just before the fuel in your cars motor ignites , it ignites. Right?
Out the door I bounced ( and I do mean bounced ! )
For my ankle the night before had apparently been trounced
It was swollen up twice its normal girth
It fairly seemed ready a new foot to birth !
But this fact to the story is secondary
Fresh air was on my mind; now I would not tarry
So off the porch and onto the walk I fairly flew
(fairly flew because my windmilling crutches ; new
Generated enough lift for me to enter the wild blue)
Till I settled down and found my steady pace. Whew !
Ambulation with some degree of comfort I had found
When the color of money shined from its hiding spot on the ground !
Wheeling about on my planted brace
I stood looking tall over that presidential face
And my smile grew large as I imagined
All the bootie I’d buy with the executive ransom !
Quickly then I pinned the note to the grass
Lest the morning breeze carry my quarry away, alas!
And bent at the waist while reaching full out
And compressed air from my abdomen blew out with a shout
And my fingers clawed at the empty air,
I could not retrieve it; it just was not fair!
I composed myself for a moment then
And considered my next best option.
Across the way, walking up the street, a likely young kid
With his mother this morning, could surely aid me in my bid
If I could somehow grab his attention…
“Hey Mister, Whatchya doin over there ?” it seemed that now my mission
Could soon be done with the aid of my new accomplice
“Young man can you please come over here ? There is something we can accomplish.”
“Now I will raise the end of my crutch and before the wind tears away with the cash
You will have captured it in mid flight and we will have the last laugh !”
No fault in the plan could the young man see
I freed the bill and he made the grab look easy.
He jumped up with a grin and ran off to his mum calling
“Look what the “gennelmun” give me !”
When I get really really tired I like to hum.
Like at the end of a long long day
MMmm, MMmmm , Just hum.
To make myself feel happy when there is nothing left to say
I just press my lips together and vibrate my nasal cavity
MMmm, MMmmm , Long hum
It shows the depths of my depravity
When exhibited with melancholy
MMmm, MMmmm Ho- hum
Display your lack of energy
Please join in with all sincerity
MMmm, MMmmm, Lovely hum
Hum my ass
I mean bum
MMmm, MMmmm, Sassy hum
If it was up to me I would plant a tree just for you in a place only you could view its beauty and grace.
If it was up to me I would lasso the moon and wrap it up in cellophane to keep it dry till I could gift it to you and bring you to this space,
If it was up to me bright jewelry I would dangle in front of your face and hang it on your wrists and waist and put you deep in a trance.
If it was up to me you would fall in love with me and the idea of me.Which would suit me fine my little divine ,all I want is to get in your pants.
Aren’t you glad that it is not up to me to decide the world at large with its willful and wanton ways? But if you ask me and decide it is sooth, the sentiment written stays.
Please do not bludgeon the writer. If it was up to him he would have hit “delete” immediately upon writing this. He didn’t, so obviously it wasn’t up to him !
Grip. Get a grip. Build your grip. Buy a new grip. Loosen your grip. Tighten your grip .
If you loosen your grip on your grip you could lose your grip, and the grip on your angst, whereupon someone will be sure to remark , “That guy needs to get a grip on himself.”
Strange word this grip. grip, grip , grip. grip. After awhile there does not seem to even be a real word there. grip, grip, grip , grip, grip
I have worn mine out now and promise to never get another grip. Promise…….
While casting about for some idea, some thought that might strike my imagination, something catchy but somewhat limited in its ability to express the letter F, I “got bit” by the big one ! Fishing, the act and the idea,more than demonstrates the scope and power that can be exemplified by a single letter from the alphabet We can fish for words , thoughts, ideas and compliments. Personal information,hugs and kisses, and critters from under the water can all be gathered by fishing ! Until the day…. Oh, F….. ! That one got away !
Magnetically drawn into the fray
The time was down for us to play
Electric sounds that threatened to pound
The gyrating souls deep down into the ground
Every one lives on the edge of a knife
Dancing and balancing, living their life
The copper conductor waving his wand
Contributes to the eclectic bonds
tying the dancers, till the moon goes down,
Keeping all safe till the sun comes around.